A/N: Please let me know if you want an imagine for Harry- but refer to the first page to know what to write down in the comment section below. THANKS
"Mom!!! I don't want to go to the library, I don't need any more books to read!"
"Oh, honestly, (Y/N), just get in the car."
"Why?"
"Because I told you to!" You got into the passenger seat of my mom's blue Toyota Camry, turned on the radio, and started singing along to WMYB at the top your lungs.
"I seriously don't know how you can listen to those inconsiderate, ungrateful, tone-deaf, little butts?"
"MOM! Don't talk about my babies like that!"
"You have never even met them, and you call them your babies?"
"Yes, I do, mum"
"See! You're not even British, and you call me mum!"
"Does it bother you?"
"Yes, greatly!"
"Please pass the crisps"
"Why do you hate me?" Of course, she was being sarcastic when she said this. Or was she? You see, my mom and I have this weird relationship. We don't talk that much, and when we do she's telling me to do something or yelling at me for doing something. She disagrees with everything I say, do, or... yeah, pretty much MY LIFE.
When I was little, the library was my favorite place to go. I loved the fountain out front, and the fake trees in the children section. Now, I don't have much time, except a few hours on the weekends, but with all the projects, research, and other homework that I have, I bet you understand.
I got out of the car, and yanked open the door, letting the smell of books and cleaning supplies fill my nostrils as I inhale. I walk back to the teen section, I pass the familiar sights of people working on the computer and kids running around in the kid's area. I turn the corner, and I see a table right smack in the middle of an aisle. I was confuzzled for a little while.
"WHERE IS MY YORKSHIRE TEA!!! I CAN'T WORK WITHOUT MY TEA!!!!!"
I run back to the craft room, and I almost ran into Louis Tomlinson(I know what you're thinking, but hold on) of One Direction!!!! So I was about to start screaming, but then I saw a pair of sparkling green eyes and a mop of brown curls come out from the supply closet. My number 1 celebrity crush, Harry Styles, was literally 5 feet away. But I remembered to keep my cool.
"So, do you need any help back here?"
"Oh, do you work here?" Harry was using an American accent, but it wasn't a very good one.
"Yeah, I do" Now, I would never get a job at the library, but if it was for a cute guy, I definitely would.
"Cool, because my friend here could use some tea, if you have any"
"Oh, yeah, the head librarian keeps some back here in this cabinet" I had been in this room many times, so I knew my way around. "So, are you guys from around here?"
"No, we are just visiting"
"Cool, where from?"
"Um......."
"Another country, by chance?"
"No"
"Too bad." Louis started up his tea. "Anything else I can get you? Some carrots?"
Harry knew his gig was up. "How did you know?"
"A directioner never tells"
"Well, directioner, do you want anything? A picture? Autograph?"
"Both of those would be great actually, and my name is (y/n)."
"Well, (y/n), it's my pleasure to meet you"
"Believe me, the pleasure is all mine."
I got my picture taken with the two of them and their autographs. We chatted in the craft room for about 15 minutes until my mom texted me.
Are you surviving the torture of the library?
To: Mom Yes, somehow
Well, its time 2 go.
To: Mom NOOOO
I started to see my mom walking over toward the teen section on the security moniter in the craft room.
"Well, I really hate this, but I have to go home now"
Louis: "That's too bad"
"Well, maybe I'll come to one of your concerts, if my mom would buy me tickets"
I was walking out of the craft room to go meet my mom, Harry ran upin front of me, and handed me 3 slips of paper. I looked at the first, and when I read it, I almost fainted.
(y/n), I really do wish to know more about you. Here is my number. Please call: 123-4567.
When I turned around to thank him, I saw nothing. They had vanished. I was freaking out a little bit, and I looked out at the other 2 papers. One was a ticket to a One Direction concert next year at one of the stadiums in the area. The other was a meet and greet pass!!!
2/5 of One Direction just invited me to a concert and 1/5 gave me his number!!!!
*A year and a half later*
You and Harry have been dating for a year. You went to the concert, and there he confessed his love for you. Your mom does not exactly approve, but she tolerates him. You have met the other guys and been to his flat in London. You and Harry love each other very much and you will forever....
I know, cheesy ending. If anyone wants one, PLEASE let me know!!!!! Thanks! ~Sarah
